My second wife picked me up in church. After a time I asked her out. “Do you wanna go out, or something?” I try to be myself. She says a friend told her about me. “He’s going to be available soon.” I say she put herself in position. When nervous she’s forgetful. She has grit and common sense. She isn’t meddlesome. She’s as kind as anyone I’ve known. I tell Angela, "You have Shirley MacLaine eyes." Angela says, "You're a goober."